Same warnings as before. Uhuh. Lovely. All right to Johnen Vasquez.


Chapter 2


Red stared, eyes wide as saucers, memories flitting through his mind. "Pur…."

His mind rolled back to a year previously.

"But… how…." He stammered, sweat rolling down his clammy features.

"Remember all those years ago, Red, when you were talking about having a smeet of our own? Well… I used that idea."

"What idea? I- I was just joking around then! How-"

"The last time we made love, I took a sample of your sperm – yes, I know you still have it – and converted one of my cells into a stem cell, and then morphed it into an egg cell. I would have just put it in a Petri dish, but I mean, don't you think someone would notice a big test tube with a mix of you and I in it? Yeah… and so… I made an artificial womb, implanted it all in me, and called it a day. I had no idea… oh Red… I hate this…." Tears bubbled in his eyes, "I can't see anybody, I can't do anything, I throw up all the time, I don't even know if I did it right, and… and… and it was all just stupid! I shouldn't have-" He was shushed, pulled into Red's chest, his back stroked.

"I-it's okay…." Red whispered shakily, realizing that with the weight of his belly, Purple was pulled down a few inches.

"It… it hasn't even kicked yet…." He wept, "I think its dead, Red, I think… I think… I think I…." Red covered his partner's mouth with a palm, and Purple watched in confusion as Red lowered himself, unhooking Purple's armor, revealing the green firm belly underneath. Red leaned his head against the belly, his breathing heavy, and gently, began rubbing the area. His crimson eyes closed, and his hand dropped, curling into a fist. "Is it…."

"Yes, Purple, it's alive." Red had said strangely, escaping the room, not to be seen for a while, growing ill at his sudden refusal to eat, his refusal to smile or laugh, or to be seen in public. A month late, amongst the secrecy of medics that would later be cast out the airlock for their knowledge, the baby was delivered.

It was stillborn.

Purple shivered, and nearly pulled away as Red's hands trailed down to his stomach, kneeling, placing his cheek and antenna against it. He seemed to find what he was looking for, and began rolling his fingers about in a circular pattern. Deeper and deeper into the section he massaged, slowly singing his lullaby that he usually chanted only to Purple.

And Purple gaped as, just barely, his stomach rose a bit, causing a lurching feeling within him. It had been… the first time he had ever experienced such.

Red kissed the protruding belly, and Purple watched in amazement as tears came to those crimson eyes, streaking down cheeks to patter on the floor as Red stood, lurching forward to embrace Purple tightly. It was awkward, though, the crimson-adorned leader's pride battling his urge to simply break down. "How many months?"

"Three."

And he was completely taken off guard as he was pinioned to the wall, Red weeping into him, clutching him tight. "Irk… oh damn Irk… Pur… I'm a father."


Purple's antenna perked as he heard a door open and shut. He frowned – it had been nearly three weeks, and he hadn't seen or heard anything from Red, who had taken on every last duty of the empire so Purple could stay hidden away from society on claims that he was sick. Purple knew by the haggard look of the Irken trudging into the bedroom that he had worn himself out to crash.

Red said not a word to Purple as he collapsed unto the bed with buckled legs, the dark spots under his eyes proving his weariness. A couple of papers and a pen were in his hand, and he stared at them tiredly, trying to absorb the information while his mind was so distant.

Pur's thoughtful lavender eyes trailed to his lover's antennas, lowered and limp, drooping, as they had no energy to draw from. He quietly slid into the bed himself, chewing on the nape of Red's neck, massaging Red's back. Red moaned, and allowed the forms to drop, and was stroked to sleep within minutes.

"Goodnight, Red." Purple whispered, stroking his antenna.

"Tallest Red, you're needed in guidance."

Purple bit his lip as Red shoved up, shook his head, and meandered into the world once more.


Purple watched the decline with fearful eyes. Red's complexion was getting paler with each day, his posture growing limper, his face more estranged. He was constantly on the go, each moment he tried to rest interrupted by an 'urgent call' such as what to do if the cafeteria ran out of crackers. The color of his eyes was unhealthy and murky; his antennas so sensitive that he couldn't even raise or lower them without cringing. Despite his health, the empire continued to call, and he continued to answer.

But finally, during one of the few moments he was 'home', a call came in. In the instant Red made to spring up from the recliner, Purple jumped upon him, pinning him down. Too exasperated to fight, Red simply mumbled a few words, but Purple continued to keep him down. "It's been weeks Red – sit."

"I can't…." Red muttered, tilting his head back as a feeling of nausea passed him over. Purple raised an antenna suspiciously, and made to rest his hand on Red's forehead, but his co-leader jerked his head down in refusal. Purple grimaced, attempting to pry Red upward, already knowing that he probably had worked himself into a fever.

"Tallest Red?" the meek attendant rang again.

"He's busy – don't call back. If I get a call in the next thirty hours you'll be thrown out the airlock!" He heard a nervous peep from the line, and it was immediately disconnected.

"You shouldn't have done that." Red groaned.

"Yes, I should have, you're sick, Red!" Purple scolded, lifting Red's chin, making use of the leader's minor distraction. He felt the top of Red's head, and snorted. "Too sick to even think clearly." Red grunted, rolling his eyes, but didn't complain much as Purple slowly kissed down the side of his face, but rather leaned into it tiredly. "You're going to take some meds, and then you're going to bed."

"But the Empire-"

"Let it run itself for a few hours. If it gets too bad, I'll handle it, okay?" He hushed his partner, who was working to stay awake as they spoke. Purple took in hand Red's long fingers, and led him to the back room, splitting ways as he went to find some pills in the cabinets.

Red flopped unto the mattress, allowing it to absorb him as his eyelids heavily sagged. 'This is stupid….' Red thought, despite his blinking. 'I swear, another Zim could be born while I'm here….' He rolled over fitfully, feeling himself sweat. 'God knows how much trouble the Resisty is stirring….' His breathing grew ragged, and he trembled. 'I could… I could make it if I tried hard enough.'

Purple returned to the room with three capsules, a bottle, a spoon, and a wet rag. He sat beside Red, forcing the capsules into his mouth. Red swallowed reluctantly, but glared at the blue liquid on the offered spoon. "I'm no child." He muttered.

"Well, you're acting like one." Purple scolded, and stuck a finger in Red's mouth, tickling the roof of it, prying his jaws open. Red made a face as the liquid oozed unto his tongue, and nearly gagged at the awful flavor, but Purple knew him well, and held his cheeks tight before he could spit it out, allowing him to manage swallowing the fowl substance. "Is it down?" Purple asked, and Red nodded, glancing away, ashamed of how prone he was when ill.

Purple dabbed the wet cloth unto his head, ringing out the slick fluid to cool him down, and then using it to spin the fluids around his brow. Red mumbled, shuttering as the chilled liquid dribbled from his forehead. "You don't have an allergy to the blue gel, do you? It was just the green, right?" Purple asked on second thought, and Red nodded. He continued to soak Red's scalp, kissing his face gently, using his lips to spread the fluid as well.

"Purple?"

"Hmm?"

"How's the smeet?" Red groaned, struggling to put the words out.

"Good, Red." A long silence followed, and the Purple continued with a light smile. "It gets a little more rowdy in there everyday." Red rolled over, leaning his head against Purple's stomach, eyes closing, sighing fondly. Purple's delicate fingers traced intricate circles unto his mate's back, who moaned, tired and aching to wit's end.

Slowly, eyes began fluttering shut, his form growing lax, the gate to his mind closing. Red curled into Purple, lips resting against his belly, as he dozed off.


Crimson eyes fluttered open with the strange taste of metal. They darted, squinting at the glare the light gave, the room blurrily coming into focus. They lowered to gaze at the spoon ejecting from his mouth. He blinked a few times before he could even remember his own name.

"How long have I been out?" Red mumbled through the silverware, closing his eyes tight, but the searing light continued to burn through his eyelids.

"Two days, nearly three." A tender voice whispered silkily, and he shuddered as his antennas were slowly fingered, each groove receiving its own attention, and he released a murmur of pleasure. "You really over-did it this time, Red." Was the soft-spoken reprimand he received, and he nestled into his companion's hip.

"I had to, you tard…."

"The smeet won't complain if you come to bed every once a week. In fact, it's even calmer when you're here." Purple snorted, reaching over the bedside table, gingerly lifting up the damp cloth to dab at Red's forehead. Somehow, the cool liquid streaming down his cheeks resulted in the crimson-eyed tallest to moan, fidgeting. Purple burst into laughter, clutching his sides, amused even further by the blush on Red's face. "You're so horny…."

"Shut up." Purple yelped as he was pulled down into a violent kiss, but calmed within moments, humming as he basked in the warmth, in the feeling of his armor being unhooked simply delightful upon his quivering skin. "Don't get too comfortable – you're already pregnant. And I am sick, after all." Red whispered against his antenna, a smug grin stretching across his features as he cast Purple's armor aside and his fingers flittered down Purple's exposed shoulders to the green flesh of the slim chest.

"No, Red… keep going…." Purple moaned, his nails dragging down the length of Red's chest plate. Red hummed, teasing at the silver alloy flex-binds around Purple's waist. They were bulged with the newcomer, straining under the abnormal weight.

"Pur, you're going to break these if you keep this up." Red murmured, unhooking each garment one by one. They came off as individual rings, and Purple panted and whined in anticipation. He whimpered as Red suddenly stopped at the very last ring that tapered into the robes of his skirt. "Hey, you dented this one."

"Take it off, take it off!" Purple begged as Red idly traced figure eights across the portion of his exposed belly. He lusted for the sensation of Red's deeper emotional portrayals. But the ruler with those marvelous scarlet eyes merely hummed a sprightly tune, making Pur beg and plea, shivering with how turned on he was by Red's languid actions. It turned him on how he crazed, and how Red only responded with those ever slow movements. "Red, if you don't take it off right now, I'm gonna' do something horrible to your side of the fridge!"

Red snickered, slipping his fingers between the cool metal ring and Purple's flesh, the belly of which spilled over. Purple began tearing in the corners of his eyes as Red simply tickled his skin, and the violet eyed Tallest began flinching. "I know, Pur…." Finally, the last of the rings was removed, and Purple's skirt slumped on the sides of his waist, threatening to fall off with its loose support of only the crevices of Purple's legs.

Red grinned deviously, and Purple clasped him tight, begging like a popper. Suddenly, Red felt much healthier as lust took over, and he set to work.


At long last, it came to an end, and Red collapsed on top of Purple, shaking, careful to arch his back so as not to harm the little life futilely kicking on Purple's stomach, prying their aching forms apart. He heard a small whine, and glanced up. "What's wrong, Pur?" he asked through shoddy breaths, stroking those cute, curled little antennas.

"We shouldn't have done that…." Purple murmured, eyes closing as he snuggled into Red. "I don't think we should be as wild now…." Red raised an antenna, confused. He had a marvelous time, and had been convinced that Purple had, too. "We have more responsibilities now…." He furrowed his brow-ridge. But he understood as Purple's hand caressed his to the restless stomach.

"Oh…." Red mumbled, closing his eyes. He nodded, lightly running his fingers over the belly's surface. "Your right, we could have… damn… I shouldn't have-" He stopped talking as his lips were captured in a light, gentle, soft kiss. Not harsh, no tongue, just a simple kiss that made the world better. "Irk I love you, Purple." He whispered upon release, scarlet eyes gazing thoughtfully into those mellow eyes, the two simply staring at each other, the gaze cloaking him in calm silence.

It was not the sex, but those silent moments caught in lavender mist that he truly craved for every moment, every second, of his life.


Okay, loves. Hope you enjoyed... or at least survived.